And they do get company, although it isn't necessarily the kind they'd like. Number Three-- freshly unboxed and swimming with confidence-- is here today, curious to see what's become of her fellow Cylons.
She doesn't rush down the corridors. She takes her time, marveling at the sound of her footsteps, dreaming of steeples and stained glass instead of impersonal, white walls. When she reaches the two of them finally, she smiles-- not necessarily pure or relieved or thankful, but smug. Powerful. In control.
"One, Two, Three," she croons, resting a hand on one of the smooth, white walls. "Now isn't that something?"
"Hello, Sister." Leoben smiled at her. "Welcome. God's Plan has taken an interesting turn for us all, hasn't it?"
Cavil groaned and leaned against the wall. It couldn't have been a Four or a Five or an Eight or even a Six that showed up next, no, it had to be her. "Hello, Three."
"It certainly has," she says, returning the smile. She glances up at the ceiling. "Of course," she continues, "more so for you than me, apparently. I don't have such lovely accommodations."
Gradually, her eyes shift to Cavil. She doesn't lose the smile. "Hello, One. You're looking well." Better than I last saw you, is left unsaid.
"Eh. I've been better." Cavil shrugged. "Of course, it could be a lot worse. They haven't broken out the whole 'Cylons are things' attitude on us yet. God's little turncoat here cut a deal before selling me out."
"You'll thank me one day," Leoben said with uncanny calm. "I've seen it."
"Yeah, whatever. Right now, this thing?" Cavil poked the glass shield of his shell and got a shock for his trouble. "It's for your protection."
In unison, both Cylons turned to D'Anna, both giving her a 'see what I've been dealing with all this time?' look.
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She doesn't rush down the corridors. She takes her time, marveling at the sound of her footsteps, dreaming of steeples and stained glass instead of impersonal, white walls. When she reaches the two of them finally, she smiles-- not necessarily pure or relieved or thankful, but smug. Powerful. In control.
"One, Two, Three," she croons, resting a hand on one of the smooth, white walls. "Now isn't that something?"
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Cavil groaned and leaned against the wall. It couldn't have been a Four or a Five or an Eight or even a Six that showed up next, no, it had to be her. "Hello, Three."
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Gradually, her eyes shift to Cavil. She doesn't lose the smile. "Hello, One. You're looking well." Better than I last saw you, is left unsaid.
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"You'll thank me one day," Leoben said with uncanny calm. "I've seen it."
"Yeah, whatever. Right now, this thing?" Cavil poked the glass shield of his shell and got a shock for his trouble. "It's for your protection."
In unison, both Cylons turned to D'Anna, both giving her a 'see what I've been dealing with all this time?' look.
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